Carver Williams isn't scared of many things. One of those fears, however, she didn't think were true.
The mere thought of werewolves and the supernatural shook her to the core.
Finding out that her best friend Scott is one of them flips her whole wo...
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Carver sat on her bed, looking at the syringe full of some crazy paralyzing liquid while Erica dug through her closet. Carver could hear her deciding which clothes go into the yes pile and which go into the no pile. Isaac was probably outside, waiting in the car. There was no way that the Argents would have let them in, so Erica snuck in through the window.
When Erica finally picked an outfit, it was about an hour until the rave started. As Carver pulled on the, surprisingly not revealing outfit, she looked at her, "You were right. I don't look like a wanna-be-hooker." Carver smiled, looking down at the outfit.
A navy blue camisole made it look like her skin was brighter and her eyes popped. Shealso wore black shorts and the leather jacket. It had pockets, so she used it to hold the ketamine. She put her hair up into a ponytail.
Erica looked around the room, frowning at the duffel bag under her bed, but she didn't say anything about it. She continued strutting around her bedroom, taking everything in. She was in the hunter's home. This wasn't a place to be relaxed, but a place to be on guard. Chris was downstairs, in the basement, with some other hunters. This was the most risky thing they've done.
The Argents didn't know she was a werewolf before, but they do now. Carver didn't know how, but they did. Maybe it was the lacrosse game, or because of her change. Maybe they were just smart.
Carver played with the hair by her ears, eyeing Erica in the mirror. "Something wrong?" She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
Erica shrugged, "No, I'm just taking in the new place."
"You mean scoping out the competition?" Carver asked. "You're not going to find anything in my room, so you can stop snooping. And besides, they don't know you're here. Erica, you don't have to be ready for a fight twenty-four-seven."
"I'm just listening," Erica held up her hand, shushing Carver. "They want your help at the rave as a lookout, but Allison says you're going to help keep an eye on Jackson."
Carver nodded but then stopped. "Wait, they have a plan? They can't, it'll—"
Erica put a hand over her mouth. "And did you know Allison is going with Matt? Ew."
- - -
The place was loud, to say the least. They met up with Derek and Boyd before actually going in. Carver stood next to Boyd, watching Derek, Isaac, and Erica talk about their plan.
"This is awfully dramatic," Carver whispered to Boyd and they both laughed, but covered it up the best they could. "We're really doing it. We're... gonna take him down, and I guess try to find the guy that's controlling him?"
